Furry Life

  In to the hole it will wonder.

From the dangers, It goes.

When will is resurface?

Time is the only one that knows.

  As is licks it's plush orange fur,

Waiting for the rains end.

Let it be known to the surface dwellers,

The fox is just around the bend.

  Hunting for the better,

Running from the tame.

Life becomes repetitive,

Only its species survival remains.

  One cold winter,

In the bleak of night,

It stays and rests for the upcoming spring.

Soon their will be more foxes in sight.

  With the warm air, so strong.

With its plushish tail, so long.

A cozy nest for her young.

Cleaning them with her tongue.

   Then after many years of work,

There's nothing more to dread.

When it crawls back  into the den.

Soon to forever rest its head.